From Dogs In Barrels To Wilderness Male Bonding…What Justin Did On His Holiday

UPDATE: As a caption contest without pictures is rather difficult, I thought I would republish this post with the pictures this time…get writing your captions and someone will get a nice bonus of XP from Justin…

There is no rule that says every post on this blog must be about CTP Teams.

I mean there must be some relevance to CTP teams or I could just fill this with random people’s holiday snaps, or pictures of cats like Facebook users like to do.

So Justin is a key part of TimTech, he has just joined Plus one everyday and he has also just come back from vacation so… let’s look at some of his pictures.

There were dogs which lived in what looked like oversized drinks cans except they contained dogs not soda.

These dogs kept fit and healthy by pulling people up hills…

There were stunning mountain views…

glaciers…

amazing scenery…

a log cabin…

more amazing views…

and finally an opportunity for a picture caption contest…

Simply look at this picture below and come up with a witty and original caption for this shot of Justin and a companion he met on the vacation. In return Justin may decide to reward the writer of the best caption with XP for their trouble.

This is the type of vacation I would enjoy most…cold, stunning scenery and dogs in barrels with great opportunity for taking pictures. I would take that over a week or two lying on a hot beach any day.

Welcome back, you were truly missed.
Especially that soft glow from the halo over your head; or was that just the reflection of the room lights! 🙂
Just kidding, I for one am truly glad to have you back.

Oops, so sorry. For some reason when I hit “publish” WP published an old autosaved version of this post…without the pictures but thankfully correct version was still saved so I was able to find it and republish.

so that’s where all the beer from the barrels went, mate that’s a damn shame, I am sure that the dogs would have pulled those golf buggy’s a lot faster had they drunk the beer rather than tip it into this ravine